When the nurse saw me push the door in, she said in a cold voice: "I'm treating the patient’s wound. What are you doing breaking in?! Get out!"
Seeing that it was me, my sister-in-law said to the nurse: "This is my little sister. She is just concerned about me. May you be more polite?"
My sister-in-law might look weak, but she could be tough for the people she was close to. I glanced at the nurse and walked close, asking my sister-in-law with concern: "How did you get this wound? Where's my brother?"
That night, I had heard them talking about divorce, but I pretended not to know about it and asked my sister-in-law: "Isn’t my brother here with you?"
She answered incoherently: "Your brother is working."
I continued asking: "Then how did you get so wounded?"
"I fell accidentally." She gave me such an answer, which didn’t seem to be true.
I didn’t think that her wounds resulted from an accidental falling.